Data stepped through the airlock and took in the scenery around him. The curved, copper-colored Cardassian achitecture was prominent, vibrant colors of shops and clothing flurried about like ever-changing ocean waves. Data could count seventeen different species currently within his view of the place.
Pings and beepings seeped through the noise somewhere just around the turn of the Promenade. Quarks. The social hub of the station. He milled through the crowd and made his way into the bar, deciding to strike up a conversation with the friendly-looking Lurian.
An hour later, the Lurian, Morn, found someone else to talk at. Data stood up to leave and noticed a young medical officer playing darts with himself at an incredible distance from the board.
Data walked a little closer, watching curiously.